Page 89 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Jesse took the turn onto the highway. “I figured you might want clothes to wear into the office tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Yeah, that would be good. Needing clothes hadn’t crossed her mind. “Yeah. Good idea.”

He chuckled. “As much as I love seeing you running around without clothes on, I don’t think you showing up naked tomorrow would be well received.” He paused. “Now back to the note. What did it say?”

Cassie told him. “I have no idea what they’re talking about. What do they know I did?”

He frowned. “Maybe it was someone’s idea of a joke. They know you had lunch with me or something.”

She shrugged. “The whole office knows I’m dating you. Why would us eating lunch together be a secret?”

“I don’t know.” He found a parking spot at her apartment complex. “I’d ignore it. There’s nothing you can do about it one way or another given you don’t know what they’re talking about, nor do you know who left it.”

“I know you’re right.”

Jesse got out of the Mustang and went around to open the passenger door for her. He helped her out and placed a hand on her lower back as they walked inside.

The apartment was quiet. Brie worked until six on Tuesdays, so she wouldn’t be home for another hour, at least.

Cassie went to her room and packed an outfit for Wednesday, as well as one for Thursday. She had a feeling Jesse would want her to spend the night after they had dinner with her family. And if not, she would have something for the next time she stayed over.

She found him thumbing through the bookcase when she returned to the living room. He ran his hands along one of the shelves. “You have quite the eclectic collection.”

“The thrillers are Brie’s. She loves them.”

“And are these yours?” Jesse picked up one of the romance novels on the third shelf.

“Yes.”

He returned the book to its place, then ran his finger along the spines until he came to one that had lots of creases. Pulling it out, he flipped through it, scanning the pages. “Is this your favorite one?”

She didn’t answer as heat crept up her cheeks.

Jesse met her gaze and waited.

Words wouldn’t come, so she nodded.

That seemed to be enough for him. But instead of putting the book back, he tucked it under his arm. “Do you have everything you need?”

Finally, she found her words. “Are you taking that with you?” She was referring to her book and he knew it.

“Yes. I thought I might do a little light reading tonight before bed.”

“No.”

“No?” He seemed amused she was telling him no.

“You have plenty of books at your house. Surely you can find something to read there.”

He took her bag from her, then reached for her hand as if she hadn’t said anything. Before she knew it, he was leading her out of the apartment. “Give me your keys so I can lock up.”

She gave them to him without a second thought. Her mind was still on the book. “Why do you want to read it?”

“I want to see what you like.” He pushed the button to take them to the parking lot.

“I don’t think it’s your type of story.”

The side of Jesse’s mouth pulled up into a smile, but that was his only response.

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